Hesitation, Taking Action

A sense of harvest welled up within Meng Zhao. Inspiration surged like a tide, countless intricate thoughts weaving together and forming key points and crucial insights into martial arts in his mind—a realization second only to enlightenment.

Those insights alone could already be called his greatest gain of these past days, second only to the fragment of the Heaven Swallowing Eclipse Sun Demonic Art.

Suddenly, an idea sprang into Meng Zhao's mind. The more he considered it, the more his heart itched, and the more he wanted to test it and put it into practice.

He used Secret Voice Transmission.

Outside the Spirit Hall, beneath the eaves, water poured down like a waterfall. Several people, each with different thoughts and emotions, waited for the enemy drawing ever closer.

Dense footsteps sounded like a great drumbeat, falling upon their ears and pounding against their hearts, leaving their minds unsettled.

Zhang Dun and the three from the Chen Family mainly trusted Meng Zhao's martial arts and methods, but when faced with unknown enemies and unknown methods, they could not help but feel somewhat uneasy.

Suddenly, Zhang Dun and Chen Tai, who stood beside his mother, each heard a sentence in Meng Zhao's voice. They looked around, yet there was no trace of Meng Zhao, and both were greatly startled.

It was Zhang Dun's first time witnessing such a mysterious technique. He was both thrilled and excited.

Chen Tai had heard of Secret Voice Transmission before, but that had been under circumstances where both parties could see one another, with nothing obstructing them. Meng Zhao, however, was still inside the house, yet could compress his voice into a thread, winding and twisting directly into their ears. It was unknown how many times more profound than the former.

Whether Zhang Dun or Chen Tai,